Artist: PRhyme
Album:  PRhyme 2
Song:   My Calling
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[DJ Premier scratches]
"Ready?"

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, I was told by God to bar rap
I thought he meant go to bars, buy bottles and all that
As far back as I care to remember I've been very stupendous
Birds flockin, coppin furs, watches, canaries and pendants
I reinvented after I quit and then buried the image
Uncle Joe told me, "Take care of your business"
Hoes know me, I'm the only nigga famous in the D you still'll see
On the block ballin, answerin my callin

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
So you know my bitch is wide-bodied
My whip is wide-bodied, religion god-body
Uh, I walk up in here like "This is my party"
Gettin these hoes' numbers like this is my calling, uh
My calling, uh

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Either they're criticizin the music, comparin numbers
Or makin America great again, wearin rompers
I ran bundles for that clown, I can't mumble
Or stand stumble, I sat down, I stand +Humble+

[Interlude: Royce] {w/ DJ Premier scratches}
PRhyme~!
{"Take, take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods"}
{"We-we-we, we do it for the music"}
{"Cause I rise to the top, then I lay it down right flat"}
PRhyme~!
{"Take, take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods"}
{"We, we, we do it for the music"}
{"Cause I rise to the top, then I lay it down right flat"}

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm what you call a boss, I buy the booth then do the toast
I don't floss though, I inspire the youth to do the most
Lemon pepper wings from Hooters flow, the coolest though
I swing on you quick if you misconstrue us cause you the hoe
I come from the school of hard knocks, only the true enrolls
Sippin from a chalice that's Michigan College blue and gold
Feel like I belong here, though I'm labeled as garbage
A born-player which may be my callin, uh
Maybe I was made for trickin dollars and misbehavin in Starlit's
Breakin a missus heart with her sister and maid of honor
She's conflicted cause she watches me go out in the streets
and lose the very same respect, she witnessed me make and honor
And I got all this stuff but I'm stuck bein an alcoholic, bruh
Therefore I'm all mixed up, like Aunt Jemima
My pants cost a thousand
They made by designers with names I done forgot cause I can not pronounce them

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
And all my bitches wide-bodied
My whip is wide-bodied, religion god-body
Uh, I walk up in here like "This is my party"
Callin my side chick up like this is my calling, uh
My calling, uh (uh, uh, uh)